Photoallegory by Sarolta Bán.

By Annette Marie Smith

Despite all his efforts
the snow continued to fall
and he remained in bear form
and his one true love remained
a bird.

The snow fell, obliterating
the words to the reversal spell
faster than he could read them
and commit them to memory.

The pages beneath his heavy paws finally slipped
into the surrounding snow
and disappeared.

His one true love looked on him
with a beady eye.

He could only hope that it was the bird
form that made her look
disapproving so.

Tell the Bees


Just in time for 30 hours before Valentine’s Day! My new book, Tell the Bees, a collection of love/lust poems is available for your e-reading/giving pleasure!

The e-book is available here right now with the print edition forthcoming.

(I’ve published this under my maiden name!)

Hope you’ll take a peek at it and let me know what you think!

Happy Valentine’s Day!

Annette Marie Smith

When I think of you I am walking in the rain
a rain of words
that fall into poems
tempesting through my soul
watering my heart
refreshing my spirit.
You are my favorite storm.
— Annette Marie Hyder